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Chapter StarFox Zero

In the central command center of the Great Fox starship, the private mercenary Fox McCloud looked at a 3D scan of the local galaxy network.

"Gee, it sure is boring around here," he said, flipping through location points of various planets and nebulae. All the contracts were Level 3 or below; they may as well be rescuing cats--feral and anthroid--from trees. "I wonder what Andross is up to."

Even StarWolf Team was just taking on skirmishes; Fox didn't deign to read the respective local HoloPapers to decide if Mr. W.D. "Forty Victories" was on the right side.

Okay, he'd read just one. "Star Mercenary Wolf O'Donnell (and team) burn down a village of orphans."

Oh shit, thought Fox, and here I was wanting to remain Genevos about things. This violates more conventions than a chlorine bomb.

"... called the Orphans of Andross, these plucky, innocent children who were left parentless after the Rape of Venom..."

Excuse me, princess; I was just saving the galaxy.

"... were using dinomancy to infuse Krazoa spirits into an inspiring new health product, combining andrax and cocaine to deliver their indigenous, oppressed culture to the masses."

Fox's bright emerald eyes snapped open like the shutter on his laser pistol.

"Wolf exploded a drug ring. Mission complete."

His annoyance at the crooning, kowtowing article had him slap his hand sideways across the map, spinning its scanner several longitudinal lightmoments to a sector that lit up pink with error messages.

Sector Unscanned. Sector Unscanned. Sector Unscanned.

Fox had to close the error messages like virus pop-ups. Then there was an error message for the error message, and soon his index finger was firing faster than it was against the train at MacBeth. "I get it, I get it!" he snarled.

"Swinging for the other team, Einstein?" asked a smug voice.

Fox's knuckles cracked as he gripped the side of the console, giving him another error message saying, "ZeeU ScanPad disconnected. Please be within range of the console."

"Falco; shut the fuck up. I know that was you. I ain't even gotta look. I should send your ass back to Fichina Pete with his hot-ass fire pokers. Would you like that?"

Falco froze in the doorway, his eyes gaped like a shield ring. "I guess I should be thankful."

Fox snapped his fingers and Falco vanished, muttering all the way down the hallway. Tensions in the Great Fox had fermented after their Cornerian paycheck cleared and the Dinosaur Planet gig had only resulted in a girlfriend.

And she was nice, but war was a business and this business was starting to end them. Fox's bank account made that the fuck clear.

"Rob-Switch?" called Fox.

"Orders to be received."

"Set a course for this new sector," he said, "Full speed on the approach and then all scanners active once we're near the border."

"Logged. I'll be on the top and bottom of it."

"That's a good man," said Fox. He stood up from the console and cracked his back. Rob-Switch announced that the trip through occupied territory would be two loading screens quickly surpassed by their ship's solid-state drive. If anything went haywire, such as hostile boarding by pirates, their rumble packs would provide a visceral response.

"Good night."

Chapter 1: How Swell, I've Been Saved by Fuchs!

They arrived at a nebula that was curiously pink. Slippy, Falco, Peppy, and Fox all stood in their coverall jumpsuits, while Krystal remained in a loincloth and breast-strap fashioned out of a StarFox jumpsuit. She kept her flight clothes in her locker, preferring mainly to remain in her familiar tribal clothing.

"Rob-Switch, report," asked Fox.

"There are a few trace energy signatures, but nothing familiar nor registered hostile. I am unsure what we can take or give."

"Everyone, get your rumble packs and make sure the batteries are loaded," said Slippy Toad, "If something happens I want to feel it."

"You and me both," said Rob-Switch.

"No poisons or electrical disturbances?" asked Peppy Hare.

"None on record."

"And this section is unrecorded?" asked Fox.

"If it is not in the archives, it does not exist," said Rob.

Falco, annoyed, tossed a feathered hand up at the pink mist before them. "Gee, I've been reassured by Rob. How swell."

Krystal advanced and leaned upon the forward console. "We'll just have to see the general scale of this."

"Could be our 'in' as explorers," said Fox. "No more lasers or Lylat wars. StarFox, advance!"

The Great Fox's engines pulsed as it moved forward, and for minutes on end the fur and feathers of the team stood on edge as the fearful pink mist needled their skin. Yet, ten minutes passed. And then thirty. And as the cloud surrounded them, they felt nothing and the scanners picked up the same.

"Picking up anything, Rob-Switch?" asked Fox.

"Nothing on my front nor rear scanners," answered Rob.

"Damn," sighed Fox, walking away from the front console. "I'm sure we'll get something from the Lylatian government for this, but Senator Pepper's already carved his own path, followed his own wrath, and is now staring across a barren wasted land, having tried to make Corneria great again."

"The world's turned," said Falco with a shrug.

"So many have burned," lamented Krystal.

Fox waved his hand. "Maybe it has to be this way."

"By what principle?" demanded Slippy. "On whose judgment?"

Fox shrugged. "I don't fuckin' know. We'll continue these scans, but our ship sails in the morning."

The crew groaned and started to disperse. Falco pulled out a deck of cards and asked if anyone wanted to play Titania Hold 'Em. Slippy initially volunteered, then Peppy, but with Fox and Krystal heading for their bunks the falcon tossed the deck on the table and headed to bed.

"Now exiting [UNMARKED SECTOR]," announced Rob. Fox awoke from his bunk with a most luxurious stretch, groaning with his chest out and his tail up. The Great Fox was puttering through a lovely black, green, and blue-hinted sector, summoning memories of Fox's own vacations on Corneria and its mountain-walled, white-sand beaches.

The memory made him feel warm. Quite warm, in fact; he forgot that he had slept in his jumpsuit and his fur was feeling a little humid. It must have been a great sleep, too; his nipples were hard and rubbed against the inside of his clothing. There was also something else rubbing, but much lower ...

Fox looked down and blushed. His green suit was fully tented in the crotch, sticking out an entire six inches despite his low-cut briefs.

"Glory to Papetoon; I gotta take care of this! I mean ... not like that; just perhaps some breakfast and the HoloPapers to take my mind off ... Rob-Switch? Fabricate breakfast, please."

"Fabricating," he said.

Fox quickly sat down at the table, sliding his stretched, prominent lap under the surface. He winced as the head rubbed against the soft fabric of his underwear and the rougher fabric of his jumpsuit. It was so warm and hard; every slight movement of his legs brought explicit awareness of his medium-sized balls. His nipples remained erect, rubbing with every movement of his arms. He was glad this was an older suit he'd broken in. The new ones could probably stand on their own.

Fox fanned himself, then jumped when Rob arrived at the table. His tent bumped the edge then stood proudly out in the open as plain as his muzzle. Rob set the plate of reconstituted eggs and sausage down in front of him, along with a cup of coffee. Fox hurriedly tried to cover his lap, but his hands formed the same mountain his cock was making.

Rob, however, didn't seem to notice, and wished him a good appetite. Fox nervously smiled and looked back down at the table, trying to scoot in as subtly as possible. What his eyes caught, however, was an erect, shining metal penis with a fully-formed glans projecting from the crotch of the robot. Beneath it hung a chrome scrotum.

Fox felt a lump in his throat. "Um, Rob, did you get some enhancements?" he asked.

"I do not know what you mean, sir," he said. "Will that be all?"

"Y-yeah, that'll be all," he answered. He shook his head and tried not to stare, trying to get back to his breakfast and this strange morning. A gleam struck Fox's eye and he turned toward Rob again, who was walking away. The robot had a perky, shining metal ass that imperceptibly jiggled as he strode. Fox grunted as his hard-on throbbed in his pants. That rumped was more appetizing than the--

"Get a hold of yourself, man," he growled. "And not like that."

Fox ate his eggs in silence, then speared the cylindrical sausage on his fork. When he put it in his mouth, his lips encircled the casing and his tongue pressed against the domed tip, licking the warm meat. His mouth applied suction, and he started gently thrusting the sausage over his tongue. Blush filled his ears and he closed his eyes, hypnotized by the slick, delicious tube filling his maw.

"Morning," said Falco, his metal feet clanking on the deck.

"Aah!" Fox shouted, tossing his fork and sausage into the air. He deftly caught it and put the pair back down onto the plate. "Y-yeah, morning," he said, startled from his reverie.

He didn't see that, did he?

"In a better mood?" asked the falcon. His back was to the fox and he was flipping through the food fabricator's menu. "I'm thinking that with last night's no-go, we can pick a planet and do some basic vigilante work for the local cops until something comes up. Or heck, ever fought fires? We have decent paramedic training."

That got Fox's mind off this weird morning. He bit into the sausage before he could distract himself any more. "Hey, if we gotta get nine-to-fives until the next conflict, I'll be all in," he answered.

Falco was dressed in his normal vest, though his arms were bare. He did have a couple of sleeveless jumpsuits because "it looked cool." Fox's eyes then traveled downward, and caught across a bright white waistband with subtle blue and white stripes. He frowned; even though this was a private ship he expected some professionalism out of his crewmates. If they were only in their underwear, they'd better be on a trip between the bunks and the showers.

Then his eyes went down and he saw, behind his tailfeathers, Falco's bare ass supported by two white straps under the cheeks. Really? He thought, but then noticed how round and firm the falcon's buttocks were. Fox's thighs closed, squeezing his balls and making him realize how much his crotch was throbbing.

"Let's get a place where the uniforms look good, though," said Falco, turning back to the table.

"I dunno, Falc; seems to be that the better the uniforms, the more authoritarian the govern--what in the All-Range Mode?!"

The falcon paused, holding a plate of corn mash. Not only was the handsome, thin, subtly muscular bird only wearing a vest and a jockstrap, but he was ragingly erect to the point that the white, textured pouch was slightly stretched away from his anatomy, revealing the sides of his plump blue eggs.

"What, something in the news? We're the good guys again?" he asked.

"F-Falco," Fox stammered, unable to pull his eyes away from the thick, blinding spire in the falcon's crotch. "Do you really have to be parading around in that?"

Falco shrugged. "This is what I always wear. Do I need a parade for it, now?"

"N-no; where's your jumpsuit?" Fox asked. His ears were red with blush, and his green eyes couldn't stop staring. His tent throbbed under the table, and he felt a dab of moisture at the tip of his briefs.

"We're not in the Arwings, Einstein," Falco said, setting the plate down. He didn't sit down, however, and instead just leaned over to eat. His erection hovered dangerously close to the food, tantalizingly wiggling whenever he'd lean back up.

Fox found himself licking his lips. It just looked too good, and Falco seemed to have no qualms strutting around with it, showing it off...

Fox jolted and felt another bead of moisture at the tip of his raging tent. His nipples, rubbing against the rough fabric, sent shocks of electricity through his body. His tail raised, and suddenly he was aware of a clawing, empty, needing sensation in not only his throat, but his ass.

What the hell am I doing, Fox thought, twitching as his tight pants grasped at his crotch. What the hell is he doing?

Falco frowned and leaned down. His heavy, bright white tent thudded on the table's surface, making the plate jump. "You okay, Fox? Your fur's a bit spiky."

"C-can I see it?" asked Fox. His thoughts became a garbled scream in his head, mind blown he would ask such a question.

"See what?" asked Falco.

Fox's heart was thudding in his chest and he was in free-fall, far past any ledge of return.

"Your cock," shot out of his mouth, making his own jump in his pants. His fur stood on end as he felt warm slime ooze past the head, soaking into his underwear. "I wanna see your cock."

Falco's feathers did not spike nor collapse. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Same thing you see in the locker room. Promise it hasn't grown any eyes."

To Fox's glee, Falco walked around the table, about halfway to where Fox was. Fox, for his part, turned away from the table, too, revealing his raised, pointy lap. Falco didn't comment, but instead pulled the pouch of his jockstrap off to the side, letting his big blue balls and his luscious, pink erection fall free. "You wanna show yours, too, since we're doing this inspection?"

"Oh gosh, yeah," Fox gasped, his hands flying to the bottom zipper on his jumpsuit. He tugged and the zipper snagged. "Fuck, one second," he said, yanking harder.

"Hey, hey, no need to break the equipment," said Falco, reaching down to stop Fox's feverish hands. "You know we're on a budget now."

The falcon's hands were right on the fox's crotch now. He could feel their prodding firmness, and every tug of his zipper pulled the suit against his balls. "Shit, this thing is tight." With Falco leaned over like this, Fox watched his fat cock wag in front of his thighs. His balls were plump and ripe. "Now hold on..." Falco said. He grasped Fox's cock like a joystick, and with the other hand kept yanking at the zipper. The motion resulted in the falcon jerking Fox's shaft, whose eyes filled with stars as his hips rolled into motion.

"Anything working?" Falco asked, repeatedly tugging Fox's zipper and crotch.

"Y-yeah, keep going," Fox gasped, slumped backwards in his chair. His cock throbbed harder with every rub; he could feel his briefs soaking with pre all the way down to his balls. A deep, electric energy welled up in his crotch and Fox felt his knot flare.

"Almost got it," said Falco, who tightened his grasp on both, tugging and tugging until--

"Aaaah, Falco!" groaned Fox. He thrust his hips up into the falcon's hand, which had the double-result of breaking his zipper and ripping it open all the way to his belly-button. His red, low-cut briefs now exposed, Fox could only helplessly, repeatedly gasp as his cock twitched and bucked in its red tent, spewing hot, thick, sticky white liquid all over the front of his stretched briefs.

Falco was knocked back when the zipper broke and he caught himself on the table. His beak fell wide open as Fox bucked and moaned, soaking his exposed undergarments in musky, drooling cum.

Falco felt his own cock, naked as the open air, twitch in his crotch. "What the hell, Star Fox?!"

"Ah, that was great," Fox groaned, twitching as another jet jumped through the fabric and oozed over his balls. A pool was forming on his stomach, and a puddle between his feet. "Ah, that was great. Amazing."

Falco slammed the table. "You really thought you would get me with a busted zipper, lure me into your pervert game?!"

Fox came back to reality real fast. All those luscious, savory ropes coating his lap became exposed, implicating chains of shame. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"The fuck I mean, Fox; you tricked me into jerking you off!"

Fox furrowed his brow and sat up in his chair. The pool around his stomach oozed into his lap, seeping under his balls. "The fuck I mean you mean?" he asked. "Why else were you walking around in that underwear, rocking a giant boner?"

The falcon growled and stretched the white pouch over himself. He found it too painful, so he pushed it off to the side. He wanted to stay mad, but now he couldn't stop staring at that goopy, fragrant mess covering his captain's bulge. "I-I don't know. I woke up hard. Even brushed my teeth and used the bathroom. That was super har...difficult."

"And so you went to a common area, still hard, still in skimpy underwear?" Fox asked. Falco was still sporting an angry erection sticking out from his groin. Even though Fox had blown a healthy load, he wasn't feeling the calm-down of an afterglow. In fact, the cling of his sticky briefs against his crotch kept him at three-quarter's mast.

"It ain't skimpy; it's what they're for!" argued Falco. When he threw down his arms in protest, his cock jumped and tossed a spring of pre. Fox licked his lips again. "To support and contain the genitals."

"Fine job they're doing," snarked Fox.

"They were until you..." Falco said. He droned off, and Fox could practically see the reflection of his red, cummy bulge in Falco's eyes. "Jesus, you were pent-up. Krystal not keeping you satisfied?"

The fox let his legs drift apart. Falco's gaze was returning him to full hardness. "I guess we've just been busy."

"Shit, I just ... reviewed some archives ... last night and this morning I was ..."

"Why were you walking around in barely anything with a fully ... erect ... cock?"

That word rang in Falco's ears. He knew Fox's eyes were up there, but he couldn't stop staring. God, he made his captain cum like a burst pipe. It was all over the place...

"I don't know," Falco said, feeling his feet take him forward. "I just woke up so horny, and I just ..." he put his hands on Fox's knees, then knelt down. His nostrils flooded with the fox's scent; the sticky bulge was plump with two ripe balls and a furious hard-on stretching those sexy red briefs. "Kinda wanted someone to..."

Fox drew in a sharp breath as he felt Falco's warm tongue lift his sac, then drag all the way up his tent to the tip. The falcon formed his pliable beak around the head of Fox's protrusion, then started bobbing up and down the whole cum-soaked length.

"See?" Fox purred, but his eyes were soon filled with stars again as Falco pushed his head all the way down into his lap, engulfing his fabric-wrapped cock in his wet mouth, then started sucking all the spunk out of his pouch. He gulped down spoonful after spoonful, making Fox moan, then popped off his red wad and started licking at the elastic edges, grabbing every last drop in the crevices between each thigh and his balls. "Oh fuck," Fox whispered, thrusting his fully-darkened tent into the air. Another couple licks, and he feared he'd fire off again. He tried to stand, getting them in another position.

"Mmmf!" Falco protested, then pushed Fox back into his chair and started sucking his stomach. He tugged at the falcon's shoulders and Falco immediately responded, crawling up Fox's body until he sat in his lap. Their mouths opened up before each other and soon Fox was tasting his load right out of Falco's sweet mouth. In breathy grunts and groans, they huffed and they tongue-kissed as the falcon ground himself against the fox's tented groin.

Falco's naked cheeks rubbed up and down the length of Fox's crotch, and his dick, drooling with precum, left stripes across his jumpsuit. The falcon's warm cheeks sandwiched the fox's shaft, and a couple times Fox's head would bump against a dimple, a slit, centered between them.

"You wanna fuck?" Fox huffed, rolling his hips up under Falco's tailfeathers.

Falco was unzipping Fox's jumpsuit from the collar, and ducked down to suck on his hard nipples. "Mmf, oh God. Ain't that a bit gay, taking your hot, throbbing dick in my ass?"

Fox reached down and grasped Falco's hard length, coaxing it to ooze all over his hand. With the added slickness, he stroked faster and grinned as the bird's eyes lidded over and he hypnotically started humping. "It's gonna be gay either way, all these dicks spurting cum into faces and asses and throats."

"You're the fucking slut that started it," Falco groaned, easily guided into place and sandwiched between Fox's hand jerking his cock and Fox's hard-on stroking up and down his crack.

McCloud gripped Falco's member tightly and froze him in place. "Don't you fucking use that word; you're the slut sucking my nips."

"Let's be slutty together," Falco groaned.

"Let's just fuck together, okay?" he chastised, pulling the waistband of his red, low-cut briefs under his balls. Fox's member flopped out and spanked Falco between the cheeks.

"Unngh!" Falco moaned, backing up against it and grinding his hole right against the cummy length. "And here I thought I'd be the one fucking you in the ass, and you'd be my subby little bitch."

"There's still time," reassured Fox. His own tunnel clenched with the thought of Falco's fat cock slamming into it, stretching its silky walls out and filling him deeply. It was a nice thought, but he was far too fucking horny to switch positions right now. Falco's hole would be a warm, tight paradise for his raging hard-on.

He gripped and stroked Falco until his hand was slick with the falcon's precum, then he reached behind the other male and pushed one, and then two fingers in. Falco moaned as Fox spread his soft, tight slit, raising up on his lap so much that his cock hovered before the fox's lips.

Fox took the opportunity and encircled his lips around the head. His tongue licked and lavished the swollen tip, then his mouth went down, sliding up and down the shaft. Falco's warm hardness sparkled with spit and delicious precum, filling his mouth with delicate salty spurts. His fingers worked studiously on Falco's hole, fucking the tight, grasping ring all the way to his knuckles.

"Fox, I'm gonna blow right here if you keep that up," Falco grunted, thrusting back and forth between the fingers spearing him and the mouth enfolding him.

Fox stopped right there, then with a deep kiss to share Falco's precum with him, pushed him down onto his shaft. The falcon's hole winked and clenched at first, nervous at the intrusion, but when the diamond-shaped tip leaned resolutely against his ring, it finally found purchase and slickly slid into him.

"Ooooh, fuck; that's bigger on the inside," Falco groaned. "Oh wow."

"That ain't all of it," Fox said with a smirk. Falco's warm, slick walls surrounded his cock and his eyes lidded with pleasure. The connection was magnetic; Fox didn't think he should be anywhere else besides buried in Falco's ass.

The fucking started immediately, Falco riding Fox's dick with hot sighs and squishing sounds. He sat all the way down to the knot, then stood back up to take it to the tip. Sometimes Falco would lean down and suck on Fox's nipples; oftentimes Fox would be stroking Falco's cock to dictate the rhythm. Over and over Fox thrust into Falco; Falco speared himself upon Fox, and the two buried his captain's shaft into the receiving, near-naked falcon to complete the mating process.

Fox felt his balls tighten and his chest flush with electricity. He grabbed the falcon's vest--covering little more than his useless jockstrap--and sealed his mouth against Falco's as his cock lurched and sputtered and blew a heavy, anus-clenching load deep into the falcon's body. Falco froze as he felt his bowels flood with decadent, hot seed, and pressed his chest tightly to Fox as he was properly bred.

"Hooh, fuck," Falco said, breaking the kiss to nuzzle Fox's neck. "Didn't know how much I needed that."

"You n' me both," huffed Fox.

Falco happily reached back and squeezed the fox's knot, poised right against his stretched hole. "You sure you don't wanna... pop it in?"

Fox winked. "I don't like you that much. Don't want you laying eggs on my bridge floor."

"That sounds pretty hot."

"I ain't raising kids if the daddy's got an attitude problem."

Falco leaned back, smirking. "And we're forgetting your meltdown last night?"

Fox opened Falco's vest, playing with his nipples. "Yeah, I guess we'd both be bad parents. They say having a kid changes you, and they may be right, but I mean you give fifty credits to a hobo and there's still a chance he'll spend it on andrax."

Falco sighed, then pleasurably gritted his teeth as Fox's rod prodded his prostate. He was still rock hard. "Yeah, the Orphans of Andross are an idea, not just a village of warcrime barbecue." Then the falcon laughed. "Are we really talking about having butt babies?"

Fox smiled, circling his finger around Falco's nipple. "Just a thought. Don't want to waste the moment."

"You're ridiculous, Fox," Falco chuckled, then reached into Fox's open jumpsuit to scritch his sides. "Time for a shower?"

"Don't you still have this problem to take care of?" Fox questioned, putting his finger on the drooling slit of Falco's hard dick.

Falco bucked against Fox, immediately entranced by the sensation.

"Mmmhffhh," he groaned, then stopped when Fox stopped. "I mean, there's still time."

Fox's hand reached down, his cheeks blushing with the thought of Falco's crotch jolting and spilling hot, sticky cum all over his chest and jumpsuit. "Let's save it. You wanted to fuck my ass, didn't you?"

"But you got two!"

"Yuh-huh. Mission Cum-Pre," he said, flicking the head.

"OWFUCK--Hey Einstein, I'm on your side!"

Chapter 2: Get the Guy Behind Me, Fox!

Fox and Falco went to the Great Fox's shower. For economy of space, it was simply a large tiled cubicle with two shower heads, no partitions aside from a clear plexi door to keep the water out of the communal lavatory, which itself was just a couple of stalls, and a urinal with an attached telescoping tube should the gravity generator fail. With Krystal's addition to the team, there was initially some hesitation and chivalry--perhaps they could frost over the shower's door to afford her some privacy--but her tribal history was one of communal bathing. Her village had a self-cleaning hot spring where members of the entire tribe would take care of their cleaning needs, laundry included.

Thus, Krystal casually showered with the boys. Everyone knew she was Fox's girlfriend, so the other members of the SF team generally avoided her ablutions. In the past, aside from Fox, it would be pretty awkward to spring an erection as she lathered her plush breasts, firm stomach, tight crotch, and perky rump.

Now, with Fox still half-erect and hanging out of his jumpsuit, and Falco at a frisky full-mast, the two walked hip-to-hip with each other, each one squeezing the other's irresistible rump. Falco found the rear-zip in Fox's jumpsuit, and opened up the back flap so he could grope the fox's brief-clad butt. Falco's was still naked from the jock, and Fox's fingers wandered to the center so he could stroke the falcon's hole. His sticky load delectably leaked from Falco's ass, and little teasing prods of his fingers would make the falcon jump and squirt cum.

They called on Rob-Switch to clean up the dribbles and splats that shot out of the bird. They walked a little faster when they saw that the robot, still hung like a steel horse, was licking it off the floor.

"Damn, ain't that our job?" asked Falco.

"There will be plenty more where that came from," said Fox, pushing a couple fingers into Falco's slick hole. The falcon moaned as his ass was penetrated and spilled even more hot seed all over the fox's hand and the floor. It took all of Fox's willpower not to bend Falco over right there and lick it all out.

They stripped and showered, tossing their messy clothes in a quick-hamper that would have the garments clean by the time they had dried off.

In the shower, they teased each other's bodies as they washed; pinching a nipple here or stroking a cock there. Falco made a delightful show of squatting over the drain and squirting all of Fox's seed from his ass: the fox blushed as the falcon's hole kept jetting more and more of the delicious thick liquid. Just how much did he put up there?

Fox, for his part, laid his hard cock over Falco's face and dragged it up and down. The bird accepted it with a grin as it rubbed over his beak and forehead.

"This still doesn't make me your subby bitch," the falcon said.

"Does it, though?" asked Fox. He leveled the tip at Falco's mouth and the bird immediately accepted it, sucking it as an echoing poot left another white splatter between his feet.

Falco managed a smirk, despite a mouth full of Fox, and used the makeshift lube to slip his finger up the fox's ass. It slipped right in and Fox's tone changed; he froze standing upright and let Falco have his way, sucking on his hard shaft and fingering his tight hole.

"Mmmhmm," Falco said, taking Fox's dick all the way to the back of his throat. Having successfully gained command, the falcon slipped another finger in and hooked them in the fox's rectum. He used it as a handle and gently guided Fox down to the shower floor, where he bobbed his face down on the other male's crotch while finger-fucking him.

Fox just took it, wordlessly moaning and breathing, until the heat built up in his loins and he burst for a third time, pouring another large load into the bird. Falco greedily gulped it all down, then smugly stood back up and got back to showering.

"G-gonna milk me dry, eh birdbrain?" his captain weakly asked.

Falco shrugged. "Something tells me them balls ain't stopping anytime soon. Now get your ass back up."

"O-okay," said Fox, wobbling up to his feet.

They did manage to finish showering, and their clothes popped out fresh and clean with a subtle scent. Falco did a little modifying to his jock and poked a hole in the pouch, then when he put it back on only his balls were covered, with his half-hard dick hanging out in the open.

Fox picked his briefs and flightsuit back up, and his eyes widened to realize his red underwear had a strangely firm front pouch, with tight pockets for his genitals, and there was a huge window in the back! To add horny insult to injury, his flight suit had the back flap entirely removed, as well as the crotch area, and even two windows around his chest. It was all perfectly tailored, too.

"D-did the hamper malfunction?"

Falco grinned, reaching back to grope Fox's ass. Despite being "completely" clothed, McCloud's rump was hanging out in the open, perfectly accessible. "Just a few modifications. Told the computer to remove the 'sanitary' flaps of the suit altogether and stitch it up, then remove the chest pockets entirely. As for your undies, the back is just jock-tech. And that front pouch is gonna secure and protect you. Maybe even restrain you."

"Restrain me?" Fox asked. His balls and penis did fit in the pouch perfectly, feeling like a semi-firm cocoon.

"Remember, you've blown three loads! Seems I deserve a turn. You could charge back up; use all that un-nutted energy for other purposes. Like servicing me."

Falco punctuated his remark with a swift spank of Fox's ass. McCloud jumped at the strike, then gulped as he felt his bulge throb, only growing slightly. Cool air breezed over his rump, making him feel how exposed he really was.

Falco was already hard again. His jock perfectly cupped his juicy balls, and his cock stood straight out.

"A-all right; do you want me to suck you?" Fox asked, starting to kneel.

"Nah, nah," Falco said, swatting the fox's paw away and pulling him back up. "Not here; I think--yep."

"What?" asked Fox, not noticing that Falco had pulled him against him and was cupping his rump, squeezing it. The vulpine's ears perked and he heard Peppy quietly humming to himself, then a clank of a coffee cup.

"You know what coffee does first thing in the morning, right?"

"Strange, I didn't have to this morning ..."

"I did, but that's neither here nor there. Speaking of, we can't be here."

Fox looked back; they were still in the lavatory. "So where's 'there?'"

The bunks were connected to the common area; they couldn't have Peppy see them like this. Not unless they wanted an old war story about the lady-boys in Katina; that'd charm the horny right out of them. Or...

"The old workshop's down the hall," said Falco, "With the old guns. Now that there's peacetime, no reason to recycle them. Least anytime soon."

"Okay," said Fox, and the two hurried off to begin their play.

The old workshop did have a lot of tools for the mercenary trade; the first thing Falco did was string Fox up on an old rack meant for small engines. Standing him spreadeagle, Fox immediately blushed feeling so exposed. He was still relatively clothed, but all his erogenous zones were either hanging out or clad in tight, red, obvious fabric.

Falco was grinning ear-to-ear. He used a flexible cleaning rod, reserved for gun barrels, and teased the tip right against Fox's bulge, which was struggling to grow bigger but was now perfectly restrained and round.

"You wanna cum, don't you, fly-boy?" Falco teased.

"Holy fuck, yes I do. Again!" Fox complained.

"Who the fuck let you talk?" the falcon said, then yanked the red scarf off the fox's neck and stuffed it in his muzzle. "Now that's better. Who's a slutty little fly-boy?"

"Mrrr," said Fox. God, it felt like his loins were burning. The pouch was holding him tight!

"Who's addicted to sucking dick and getting his ass fucked? And fucking ass," Falco said as a concession. "And getting his dick sucked. Who loves dick and man-ass?!"

"Mrrr!" said Fox. He would have smiled--this was exhilarating--but his goddamn briefs were constraining his cock, letting him get a quarter-hard, if that.

"Yeah, me too," said Falco. "But this isn't about me, it's about you, you cock-obsessed horn-boy! You want my cock?" he demanded, thrusting his hips up and down to make his naked erection swing. Some juicy, clear pre flung off the tip like spider's silk.

"Rrrr!" shouted Fox.

"Yeah, that's a good man-slut!" cheered Falco. He dragged a box over and stood on it, smearing his cock against Fox's face, rubbing the oozing head against his nose, and tapping him on the muzzle a few times. Fox tried to thrust forward and groaned; his dick was straining in his tight briefs, unable to swell, and Falco's sweet musk was flooding his nostrils.

"Dum, dee dum dum dum," singsonged a distant voice. Footsteps were coming down the hall.

Falco and Fox gasped. Peppy wasn't ... but there were few other rooms this far back in the ship.

"We gotta hide," said Falco, quickly undoing Fox's restraints and pulling the scarf from his mouth.

Cough ... "Where?" asked Fox.

They saw the old workbench against the back wall. It had a skirt all around the table, with a seam in the middle where the two curtains met..

"There," said Falco, and the two swept back the fabric to see that it was virtually unoccupied. They shoved the few boxes taking up space and slid under, and it was just in the nick of time because when they'd assured that their tails weren't sticking out, the door slid open and an older, portly hare sauntered in humming a song.

Crouched, hidden under the table, they silently sighed as the hare came right over to the table and started clanking around on old laser pistols, unscrewing bits and shifting parts around.

All the while, by the faint glimmer of light afforded by that seam, Fox could see that beautiful, thick cock of Falco's standing proudly from his lap. The white jockstrap cupping his plump balls tantalizingly glowed. Fox had showered with Falco multiple times, had seen his male bits flopping around as he washed, but they seemed bigger than usual. Maybe that was just his insatiable hunger, exacerbated by the fact his own briefs wouldn't let him get hard.

And Falco, for his bit, was having trouble keeping his hands off himself. A casual scratch of his balls would last a bit long, then when his hand drifted up to his exposed cock it would flinch from it as if it was hot metal.

"Need some help with that?" Fox whispered, ears twitching as Peppy clanked up above. The falcon's eyes lit up and he audibly gulped.

"Do you think we can?" he whispered.

"I think it's possible, but..." Fox said, scratching his own restricted, round bulge. Because he couldn't get hard, his lustful energy was channeling to other bits of him. His throat was desperately empty, and his anus twitched with need. Add to the fact, his jumpsuit was tantalizingly tailored to keep his pects, nipples, crotch, and ass delectably accessible.

And while his brief's front pouch was keeping his cock and balls in check, the back of his underwear was completely open. "...but I also think we gotta."

Peppy clanked overhead.

"But what if he hears us?" Falco whispered, his voice nearly a hiss. Fox could tell he was in dire straits, too; the falcon was keeping his hands desperately planted behind him, but his legs were spread dramatically wide, as if the mere brush of his thighs against his sac would set him off. A line of precum twinkled in the low light; it formed a ridge all the way from the aching, swollen head, traveling down the underside of his shaft to the base where his jock framed his egg-shaped balls. "He's a hare."

"He's an old hare, and gets really focused on his work," whispered Fox, feeling his pucker flex as he sized up the falcon's member. Fox had never been butt-fucked, but he worried his eyes were bigger than his tunnel. "Come on; we need this."

With that, Fox turned around on his hands and knees and raised his tail. Falco's view was beautiful, and he pressed his tongue with his teeth as he felt his cock twitch and lurch preemptively. A large glob of pre spurted out, long and clear, and hit the floor between them. Within the window of the open green jumpsuit, there was Fox's bare ass in all its glory, at the base of which was his loins modestly contained in a tight red pouch. In the center of his cheeks was his winking anus, pink and hairless, begging for attention.

"Sh-sh-shit," Falco whispered, crawling over on his hands and knees. He embraced Fox's buttocks and licked the wrinkled hole, tasting its clean, savory essence.

"Ahhh!" Fox quietly gasped, feeling the warm, firm muscle roam all around his sensitive entrance. It slipped inside and the fox had to bite down on his knuckles, his whole body sizzling with electricity. He felt his cock helplessly throb in its restrictive strap and his fur stand on end.

Falco licked and thrust, finding the ring instantly responsive to his every hungry request. His own malehood throbbed and dripped between his legs, heavy and stiff.

"Come on," Fox whispered, almost begging.

"J-just getting it ready," Falco said, blushing. He quietly spit on his hand and rubbed up and down his shaft--it throbbed against his touch, spurting more pre--then crouched up behind the fox to line up the head to the tight, sumptuous slit.

Falco slowly exhaled, his balls already tight against his body, nestled in his jock, and pushed against the hot entrance. The ring resisted him at first, pushing inward, but then suddenly slid down and squeezed around his head as if drawing him in.

"Aaah!" both of them quietly gasped. Falco's sac clenched and his dick lurched: he heard alarm sirens in his head as the point of no return rushed toward him like a flood. Fox sucked air through his teeth: as a virgin this was automatically the largest thing shoved into his ass. His hole throbbed with pain, pleading that it was stretched past its brink; but Fox reminded himself how much he wanted this, how he needed Falco deep in his rectum and fucking him hard, filling him with his cock and seed. The pain started to ebb.

"Eh? What was that?" asked Peppy above. His scraping stopped.

The two froze, and suddenly Falco's impending orgasm and Fox's aching hole were distant concerns. Cold shock ran through the falcon, and now all the vibrations were in his chest cavity, not groin. Fox's ass opened, letting another inch of Falco's dick slip in.

The ship groaned and Rob-Switch issued a status report. "Asteroid field. Nothing the auto-lasers can't handle."

"Nah, that's not it," said Peppy, his ears pricked.

Fox and Falco remained still. Both of them slowly became frustrated, starving. Fox's ass was so silky, warm, and tight around the two inches Falco got inside, beckoning him to insert the rest. Falco's dick was rock hard and unyielding, stretching Fox's hole with a thick presence. Fox needed the rest inside, then needed to feel the falcon's nuts lurch against his own and dump their hot, sticky load into his body.

Falco and Fox both checked their wrists. They'd left their communicators back in the shower; they couldn't ping Rob-Switch or Slippy. Some phony call.

"Do we have a vermin infestation here ...?" Peppy asked. Through the seam in the curtains, they could see the portly hare's knees bending. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a long work jacket. They couldn't see his torso yet.

They heard a couple of cracks and pops, and Peppy groaned. "Ow! Damn these old joints," he grumbled. He stopped kneeling down. "Any damn vermin down there?" he asked.

Suddenly a wrench flew through the gap in the fabric and clanged against the back wall, barely missing the two by virtue of the fact that Peppy had hooked it hard to the right. Fox and Falco managed to time their gasps with the banging of the tool, then froze again. Fox's ass was only five inches away; so plush and furry on the outside, so warm and tight on the inside! It made Falco's balls throb. It'd only take two minutes at this stage; he'd get his nut off before the old hare had finished screaming at them!

Falco tried to push forward but Fox clamped down on his cock, nearly locking him in place. Fox didn't speak, but merely held up a hand.

"Well all right!" Peppy shouted. "If there any vermin around here, you can bet we're fumigating the place by morning! Pete's sake," he grumbled, then returned to his work very loudly, slamming down tools and clacking parts together.

This was just the lucky break the two newly-gay males were looking for, and under the cover of Peppy's loud tinkering, Falco spit on his exposed length and slid right in. He nearly went blind in the process: the hot, virgin folds of Fox's bowels welcomed him in stroking, groping, grippy glory. Falco had to grit his teeth tight to keep from dumping his load right there, right now, and he held to Fox tight for balance.

Fox, for his part, had to open his mouth wide and dilute his drawn-out moan into a silent sigh. Falco's cock felt colossal in his ass, endlessly wide and endlessly long, spreading his anal walls stiff as the head penetrated deeper and deeper into his body. It came to rest about the same level as his navel, or at least felt like it.

"Ughck," Fox gasped, feeling his muscles adjusting to the new intrusion. It was startling at first, but then it was Falco: Falco Lombardi was fucking him in the ass, and he loved it. He started to make another sound, but the falcon quickly reached forward and stuck a couple fingers in his mouth. Fox dutifully sucked them instead, then bucked back against Falco as he felt another hand playing with his exposed nipples.

"Okay, I think I'm good," Falco whispered, then started fucking Fox in his luscious, plush, welcoming butt. "Aaah, shit, not for long..."

The two worked back and forth, Fox rocking back as his tunnel was stretched and filled; Falco thrusting forward as Fox's anus spread around him and swallowed him up. They wanted to be quick, because there was no sign of when Peppy might stop: the hare might get frustrated and give up in two minutes, or he might get focused on something and be there all night.

Falco wanted to blow so bad; his hard dick had felt so awkward tenting a jockstrap or wagging out in the open. It was truly at home here, enshrined and ensheathed in McCloud's ass. The fox was so beautiful the way his back arched when the falcon thrust deep. Their balls in their shapely pouches happily tapped together.

By curiosity, Falco reached under Fox and felt his bulge: it was still round and just barely small enough to fit perfectly in his hand. He had to pity his partner: he loved being able to swing free while Fox was ramming his hungry birdy butt. And holy fuck: Falco knew where the tip of Fox's dick was, because there was a huge patch of pre soaking through the mound.

Strategically, despite his sexual daze, Fox pivoted the two to face forward so they could monitor Peppy. Honestly, the fingers hooked in his mouth functioned as a sort of bridle, and he led his passionate rider easily in between muted claps. Fox felt like he could spurt out his nipples, the way Falco was milking them.

And those fingers, holy hell ... Fox sucked on them as if they could cum, too. Falco was passionately busy ramming his ass; by this point Fox's hole was slick and relaxed. It was tight enough to grasp at the bird's thick rod, but loose enough that there was no uncomfortable hesitation: only pleasure.

Through the curtains he saw Peppy's legs, shifting as one tool was exchanged for another, with occasional sparks as he grafted electrical components together. Falco was dutiful in filling Fox's rectum, making it a new pleasurable default. McCloud thought about butt plugs, and wearing one whenever he and Falco weren't in the throes of sumptuous sexual pleasure. Fox saw, in Peppy's gray sweatpants, something around the crotch region move independently of his legs.

He nibbled on Falco's fingers to free his mouth.

"H-hey, everything okay up there?" asked Falco, hilting himself in Fox to pause. The falcon's thighs wobbled like jelly and numbly burned. His jock-sac was absolutely soaked in pre and the sweat of Fox's taint.

Fox didn't speak, but merely reached back to pat Falco's naked hip. He nodded forward, and Falco, too, saw the shadow of a lump move underneath the surface of the hare's pants. Falco immediately flushed with jealousy; Fox was confident enough that he wouldn't be a spit-roasted boytoy for the two of them, but rather half-cucking the falcon as he greedily took a double portion of man-meat.

"You don't think he'd be into it, would you?" asked Falco, trying to poison the question just enough.

Fox looked back with a smug eyebrow. "You didn't think you'd be balls-deep in another man, would you?"

"You're the one taking a dick up the ass!"

"And you're the breeding stud that's slinging it."

Falco growled, but he remained nestled in the invigorating embrace of Fox's rump. "Just be careful. Make sure he's not using a metal saw up there."

Fox nodded and listened. The sizzling and sparking stopped and went back to blunt clanking. This would be tricky, because Peppy had heretofore thought there was vermin scurrying around.

Peppy started humming a happy tune and leaned closer to the table. Fortunately, the sweatpants had a front fly on them. As the portly, older hare's crotch hovered closer, Fox took two fingers and spread the fly open. The sweatpants were worn, so they didn't return their shape. This was enough to reveal to the two beneath the table that the hare was decently packing. Hanging above two soft balls in a fuzzy white sac was an appetizing sausage, tantalizingly wiggling with Peppy's subtle moves.

Then words came to Peppy's song, so Fox struck again. With a delicate tug, he moved the opening of the sweatpants under the hare's dick and released it, securing the warm organ outside in the naked and charged air. They waited again, letting Peppy work while his cock was swinging free. Both of the men's mouths watered, seeing the sausage tantalizingly waving without a care in the world.

"God, now I wanna suck it," whispered Falco. The bird was still reassuringly hilted into Fox, his warm, hard presence making the fox clench around it which made both of them gratefully growl at the connection.

"I did all the work," protested Fox. "Besides, my dick's trapped!"

"I can let it out," said Falco, sliding a hand down to trace the strap of Fox's hard-brief.

"Keep to the plan!" said McCloud, swatting Falco's hand away. Falco, in protest, grabbed Fox's bulge and groped it, massaging it in his hand.

"Ahhh, fuck," Fox hissed, humping between the grasping grip and the cock spearing him.

"Yeah, that's right," whispered Falco, "who's the bitch now?"

"Who's the breeding stud?" said Fox with a clench, "I'm milking your hard cock and fertile, juicy balls."

"Milk me dry," growled Falco. "Make me your breeding stud."

"Eh? Somebody there?" asked Peppy.

The two froze and waited in the silence.

"Hmm. Damn ship still clanks. What the hell does Slippy do in his off-time? Certainly not his job," Peppy started mumbling. He resumed his tinkering, and had not put his dick back in his pants. It still swung free, the plump flesh begging for attention.

"Goddamn," said Fox. Falco started putting in his strokes again, stretching Fox's ass. It teased his prostate and massaged all his insides, spurring McCloud on. "I'm gonna go for it."

"What if he shoots you?" asked Falco, groping Fox's bulge.

"He ain't gonna shoot me with his dick in my mouth," said McCloud. To seal the deal, he reached back and clutched Falco's nuts, sealing the falcon to him and spurring him to fuck faster. Bracing himself with his other hand, Fox leaned out and lapped Peppy's dick with his hot tongue.

"Oooh," said the hare, bracing himself against the table. The clanking stopped, but so did the investigation. "Must be something in the air; I'm feeling real nice."

"Jackpot," whispered Falco. Fox's tugging on his nuts was making him a real subby top; he found himself melting into the fox's ass and didn't mind becoming his fuck-slave.

"Don't nut," growled Fox, then leaned forward to lick Peppy's cock again.

The hare again shivered, his hands slamming down on the table as he caught himself from falling. "God; I haven't felt this good in a while," he said with a tremble. He was getting hard, fast. The older male was definitely a grower, not a shower, and his limp dick soon became a fat hard cock.

Fox proceeded, licking his lips good and wet before circling them around the head. Peppy moaned something incoherent and braced himself, giving McCloud the go-ahead to ensheathe the whole thing in his luxurious silky mouth. He wasn't quite as big as Falco but the sexual energy more than made up for it: Fox had both of them by the balls, one of them literally.

McCloud gave a much gentler squeeze to Falco's sac and then released it, focusing his entire attention on Peppy's exposed rod. With the abundance of saliva his mouth produced, Fox used one of his hands to stroke up and down the shaft, giving loud, sucking smacks to the head as he stroked the length. The other cupped Peppy's balls, which even when aroused hung pretty low.

They swung against Peppy's sweatpants when Fox released them, creating a thick outline as they swung back and forth. O'Hare was putting in his strokes and soon fucking McCloud's silky mouth; Falco rammed from behind as a beta male somehow blessed with Fox's sweet man-pussy.

The two fucked Fox in tandem until thighs quivered both behind and in front of Fox; it was then that their Captain released Peppy's cock from his mouth and aimed it over his shoulder.

"Here ya go, you sweet falcon faggot," said Fox, and Falco awoke from his daze just long enough to receive a fat, ropey load right in his face. Peppy let out a rattling groan as his cock erupted and spewed thick gobs of semen all over Fox's back and Falco's beak and chest.

"Oooh, sweet mama!" moaned Peppy. Then Falco, covered in the salty stuff, gripped by Fox's sweet ass, felt his own balls clutch up and unload.

"God damn it, Fox!" Falco shouted, gripping his short, feathery fingernails into the jumpsuit surrounding McCloud's rump as his own great load spewed into the fox. His balls kept pumping and pumping; his asshole felt like it would implode into a black hole, and he soon felt the wet, sticky heat of his own cum drowning his throbbing cock.

"Fox; whazzat?!" Peppy exclaimed, stumbling back from the table. His last couple throbs slapped left and right on the floor and he half-crashed into the lifting frame that Falco had chained Fox up to earlier.

The two emerged from under the table. When Fox pulled off of Falco's cock, a wet, sloppy cum-fart rippled out of McCloud and almost made Lombardi slip.

"Yep!" Fox said with a smirk, trying not to wince as white heat poured out of his backside, soaking his thighs and jumpsuit. "How was it, Pep?"

Peppy O'Hare's crotch beamed with light, his rod shining with spit and drooling with the last ebbs of orgasm. "I always told you to trust your instincts. I shoulda followed my own advice!"

"Jeez louise," groaned Falco, pressing on his temple as he exited his cum-haze. "What was that?"

Fox rotated his shoulder, luxuriantly groaning as some muscles popped. "We're a bunch of little cock-freaks, it seems."

"How swell," sighed Falco, blushing as he was still rock-hard.

Fox tugged off his restraining underwear and flopped out, soon achieving the same hardness of an Arwing's nose. "What say you we find out what Krystal and Slippy are up to?"

Peppy's face lit up with a glow. "You're becoming more like your father, Fox!"

McCloud snapped his fingers. "Say that again and I'll shoot you down myself."